LOGINI pulled away from him and walked toward the bedroom without answering, refusing to give him the satisfaction of another word, though I could hear him following at an unhurried pace, in no rush at all despite my obvious retreat. I reached back to unfasten my earrings, and his hands appeared before mine did, gentle and familiar, working the clasp free with the ease of a man who'd done this a hundred times before without me asking."I can do it myself," I said, though I didn't actually stop him."I'm aware. I'm choosing to help anyway." He set the earrings on the dresser, loosened his tie and shrugged out of his jacket, the particular unhurried grace that always made ordinary tasks look faintly theatrical when he did them. "Do you think this jacket needs to be retired, given the circumstances?""What circumstances.""Victoria touched the sleeve." He held it up briefly, inspecting it like evidence. "I'm asking whether it requires your approval before I wear it again, or whether we've rea
"I don't know what you mean," I said, entirely unconvincingly, keeping my eyes fixed on the streetlights sliding past outside the window rather than looking at him directly."You don't." He didn't sound remotely convinced, the corner of his mouth already threatening to become a full smile. "That's interesting, because you've had a very specific expression since I crossed the room to you, well before Victoria's story even started.""I'm allowed to have expressions, Damien.""You are. This particular one seemed to appear directly after a woman put her hand on my arm." His thumb moved slowly against my fingers while his eyes remained properly on the road, his amusement obvious even without him looking at me. "I only mention it because you're normally significantly better at hiding things from me.""I wasn't hiding anything. There was nothing to hide."He made a low, unconvinced sound and let it sit there, entirely too pleased with himself, while my irritation sharpened at how thoroughly
"What does that mean?" I asked, before Damien could redirect the conversation toward anything safer, and I caught the small, resigned sigh he gave beside me, clearly already anticipating exactly where this was headed."Do not encourage her," Damien said, glancing at Victoria with a look that carried years of practiced warning behind it, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him entirely."I'm going to encourage her considerably," I said, and Victoria laughed, delighted, already leaning slightly toward me like a woman settling in to tell a story she'd clearly enjoyed retelling for years."Years ago, I brought a proposal into his office," Victoria said. "One projection buried in the middle was wrong, a small error in the growth model, easy enough to miss if you weren't looking for it specifically.""He was looking for it specifically," I guessed."He found it within the first four minutes." Victoria's smile widened. "Ended the meeting on the spot. Didn't raise his voice, didn't explai
I accepted her hand, matching her open expression with something more careful but not unfriendly. "That sounds ominous, depending on the reason.""Not remotely ominous. I've been following New Ground's expansion." She fell into step beside me as the crowd began drifting toward the main room, waiters weaving between guests collecting empty glasses, the whole evening shifting into its next movement. "Your privacy protections are genuinely unusual. Most programme leaders would have accepted identifiable stories the moment that much funding was placed in front of them. You didn't.""It nearly cost me the whole funding offer.""I heard something about that. Not the details, only that you held your ground." She said it plainly, no probing for the specifics I hadn't offered, and something in the restraint made it easier to relax slightly beside her. "It's rare. Most people fold the moment the money gets large enough.""I nearly did fold, for what it's worth.""But you didn't." She glanced si
Damien said something brief to the group around him, and they let him go easily enough, one of them raising his glass in a small farewell salute as Damien turned and started crossing the room toward me, holding my gaze the entire way with an expression that made the distance feel considerably longer than it actually was. A waiter slid past with a tray, murmuring an apology, and I stepped aside without breaking eye contact, watching Damien navigate the crowd with the easy, unhurried confidence of a man who never once seemed to worry about where he was walking.He stopped in front of me and extended his hand, entirely formal, an amused glint sitting beneath the composed surface. "Damien Black.""Olivia Hart," I said, placing my hand in his."I know." His thumb moved once against my palm, and instead of releasing me, he let the contact linger well beyond anything a genuine stranger would have permitted. His gaze dropped briefly to where our hands still met before returning to my face. "Y
"The training pipeline's the bottleneck," I said, gesturing loosely with my glass toward the funder in front of me, a stocky man named Reyes who'd been peppering me with questions about regional timelines for the better part of ten minutes. "We can hire regional leads faster than we can properly train the staff underneath them."Across the room, Damien reached for his own glass, an unhurried, ordinary motion, and in doing so shifted his weight just enough that Victoria's hand slid off his sleeve without either of them seeming to notice it had happened at all. He turned slightly toward another man beside him, some new thread of conversation picking up, and Victoria's hand simply settled back at her side, nothing dramatic in it, no visible retreat on her part, just the plain, unremarkable fact of him no longer being within easy reach."So Grace is managing the first region alone right now," Reyes said, and I dragged my attention back properly, embarrassed at how quickly it had wandered.







